Take Me to Bed and Rip Me Apart
FIC INFORMATION
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Relationship: Gabranth | Noah fon Ronsenburg/Basch fon Ronsenburg
Character: Gabranth | Noah fon Ronsenburg, Basch fon Ronsenburg
Additional Tags: Post-Game, Twincest, Sex in Armour, Fix-It, Sparring, Chocolate Box Treat
Language: English
Collections: Chocolate Box - Round 7
Published: 21/02/2022
Words: 2,657
Chapters: 1/1
Something about wearing his brother's old armour brought Basch a measure of peace. There was a level of anonymity inside that helmet, and even a still-lingering level of respect and fear from when Noah was Judge Gabranth, despite the Empire being an entirely different place under Larsa's rule.Notes
Neither of them had expected Noah to live, after all, but he was as stubbornly tenacious about that as he had been in chasing his revenge for so many years, even going all the way back to when they were youths, sparring together on the grass back in fair Landis.
If we don't acknowledge Noah being dead at the end of the game, then he didn't die, right? :D I hope you enjoy~!
Something about wearing his brother's old armour brought Basch a measure of peace. There was a level of anonymity inside that helmet, and even a still-lingering level of respect and fear from when Noah was Judge Gabranth, despite the Empire being an entirely different place under Larsa's rule.
Neither of them had expected Noah to live, after all, but he was as stubbornly tenacious about that as he had been in chasing his revenge for so many years, even going all the way back to when they were youths, sparring together on the grass back in fair Landis.
Basch pushed open the door to the airy quarters his twin occupied, somewhat conscious of the way his armoured boots rang upon the tiled floor, but he studiously ignored it and made a beeline for the balcony, where he knew Noah liked to read of an afternoon.
And what a glorious afternoon it was. The sun poured through the overhanging trees onto the balcony, gilding Noah's short hair into bronze and adding some colour to his still shockingly pale face. He had grown gaunt, in his convalescence, and Basch knew the pain of pushing through that only too well.
"Is it that time already?" Noah set down the book he was reading, a green ribboned bookmark already in place.
Basch removed the helmet and set it down aside the book, softly, so as to not crack the glass-topped table. "Aye." He ran a hand through his helmet-sweated hair, now shorn as short as Noah's. But for the scar across his eye, they would once again be like as two peas in a pod.
"I like your hair short," Noah said as he stood. It took a little effort, and though he tried to hide the wince, he would never succeed at that. Not when Basch knew every inch of his face, and every habit he'd had since they were boys.
"It's definitely more convenient, considering the helm." Basch settled one hand atop the blade hung at his hip. "So. Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be, I suppose." A hint of bitterness, in that tone.
"It will take time, brother-"
"I am aware. How can I not be, when you're so fond of telling me every damnable visit?" Noah's eyes flashed at Basch, then he stalked past him back through his room and out, across the corridor and into the large, open room they'd set aside for sparring and rehabilitation.
Basch sighed, but followed, taking a moment to pluck his helmet and Noah's book from the table. He set down the latter on a chair in passing, then hastened to the training room, where he found Noah wrapping his wrists and hands with strips of linen.
"Hand to hand, today. I need to work on my flexibility."
"Very well." Basch unhooked his sheath and hung it on a peg at the side, then removed his gauntlets and left them on the floor beneath the blade, along with his helm and boots after stepping out of them. The wall adjoining the gear pegs was entirely mirrored, so one could watch their stance and form while practising, and he turned away from it and back to Noah. "It has been some time since I practised hand to hand, so this will be good exercise for me as well."
Noah smiled, thinly, his eyes flat. Basch knew that expression well, knew that it was hiding a wealth of pain, and he mentally prepared himself for a hard session.
"You needn't patronise me, Basch. I'd rather you not come at all, if you persist with that."
"I'd come anyway."
Noah snorted. "Of course." He rocked back onto his bare feet, settling into a square stance that Basch recognised from their youth, sparring together under the watchful eye of their trainer. "You can keep that on." He gestured disdainfully at Basch's breastplate. "Give me some advantage, at least."
Basch huffed out a laugh. "Even with the extra weight, it will not be much of an advantage. We've always been equally matched, brother."
"Yes." Noah's face twisted again in a parody of a smile. "Until you beat me in the hold of the Sky Fortress."
"Must we do this, again?" Basch stood, refusing to ready himself. "You will not be able to beat me back until your wound has fully healed, this you know. The healer himself has told you a dozen times by now, and if you keep insisting on over-exerting yourself, your recovery will take even longer!" He folded his arms across his chest.
"Aye, and that healer would have me sit on my arse until the world ended! I cannot take it any longer, Basch. I must move, lest I stagnate here forever. Lest... Lord Larsa no longer have a use for me..."
Basch made a low noise in his throat. That pain, he knew. "Lord Larsa will always have a use for you." He stepped in close and took hold of Noah's chin, lifting it to look directly into his eyes. "He will not discard you, no matter how this all turns out. He would not repay your loyalty thus."
Noah's hand came up and he gripped Basch's wrist, fingers skimming his pulse before releasing him. He sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Again. When will you tire of that, I wonder."
"Stance up." Basch grinned and settled into his familiar fistfighter's stance, weight loose and lowered. He shook out his wrists, then swayed sideways as Noah darted in. He was much slower than he usually would be, aye, but he favoured his left side, and still he started his fights in the exact same way he did when they were boys.
What he didn't count on, though, was the swift right hook as Noah's fist collided with his chin. Basch reeled, stepping back heavily to regain some ground as Noah swayed in front of him - he held his fists close, and his body was tense enough that Basch could read pain in the way his weight was distributed, but he grinned wide with triumph, a little of that frustration falling from his shoulders.
Basch couldn't help but grin back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not bad," he said, eyes tracking Noah's movements. "Let's see if you can land another one."
And they went at it once more, swaying and ducking until one or the other landed a blow, Noah trying not to grimace as he connected with breastplate more than once, though the impact must have hurt both his knuckles and jarred his healing wounds badly.
Basch's breath came heavy as his twin's, and he was almost glad his hair was shorter now, so as to not be sweating to his face. Fistfighting in full plate was one hell of a workout, but the proximity to Noah, their dancing together charged with that now-familiar undercurrent of tension and fraught with emotion, made it all worthwhile. Every time they got in close, Basch could smell the heady scent of him, and he kept catching pleasant glances of his broad back in the mirrored wall, still rippling with muscle, even thin as he was.
He felt himself stir as Noah grabbed him and surged in close. Blood rushed downwards as his brother attempted to knock the legs from beneath him. Breath heavy and hard, as they fell to the ground, tangled together. The breastplate gave him some small advantage, aye, but it also provided Basch with the intimate frustration of not being able to feel his brother against his chest, or the rapid beat of his heart against Basch's own.
"Do you yield?" Noah held one forearm against Basch's neck, as best he could with the armour in the way.
Basch laughed, and twisted himself viciously, flipping Noah to the side and then straddling him in one swift movement, one hand pinning him by the chest. "Do you yield?"
Noah glared up at him, but Basch could feel the way he shifted beneath his weight, and he could well imagine how hard he was beneath those loose linen pants. "No," he hissed, and then thumped both fists into Basch's thighs, catching him completely off guard, distracted by more pleasant thoughts as he was.
He jerked and groaned with pain, the surprise moving him enough to allow Noah to scramble out from underneath. "Unfair," Basch grunted, heaving himself to his feet to face his brother once more. He had his back to the mirrored wall, and Basch could see the telltale movement of his shoulder and leg as he sprang - Basch bulled towards him, meeting the charge and pushing both arms up against his chest, then slammed him back into the mirrors, holding him firm. His dick twitched at the further contact, and Basch's eyes widened as Noah rolled his hips up against his own.
"Go careful with those arms, brother. You're close to those wounds you seem to care so much about."
Basch growled in frustration. He let his grip up enough that he could take Noah by the forearms and spin him to face the mirror, pushed his chest into it and one arm twisted round into the small of his back. "Keep... still..." he bit out, catching Noah's eyes in the mirror.
"Make me." Noah's eyes were wide and his breath came hard as he held Basch's gaze, daring him to go further, and though Basch hated to play so obviously into his twin's hand, he couldn't help himself.
"As you wish." With his other hand, he yanked down Noah's pants and underthings, revealing the smooth, round curves of his arse. Noah twitched beneath his touch, then his hips jerked as Basch pulled his cheeks apart to thumb at his hole, pushing at it until his thumb slipped inside to the first knuckle.
"Ah!" Noah bowed his head, pushed his arse back towards Basch, fingers flexing in his grip, free hand scrabbling for purchase against the smooth mirror, up by his head.
Basch bent and mouthed a wet kiss against Noah's exposed neck, then pushed his thumb in deeper, as far as it would go. Noah groaned as Basch flexed it, rubbing up against his prostate with expertly targeted precision.
Hell, but he felt so good that Basch couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his thumb out and fumbled with his trousers, glad that they were laced loose enough to fall open quickly. He hissed as he pulled his dick free, rutting up against Noah's cleft a few times, savouring the anticipation.
"You got any oil?" he said, almost as an afterthought.
"No. Without it, I want- make me feel something, Basch. My brother, please..." Noah's words caught in his throat and he snagged Basch's gaze in the mirror, and who was Basch to deny that?
He took his dick and rubbed against Noah's cleft some more, enjoying the slow slide of friction, then without warning, he angled himself downwards and pushed inside. Noah swore, pressing his cheek against the mirror and fogging it with his hard, rasped breaths as Basch filled him, until he was all the way in.
Basch pushed Noah flat against the mirror, hand still curled round into the small of his back, while he brought his other up to caress Noah's jaw, his cheek, his lips.
With a flick of his tongue, Noah caught those fingers and lapped at them, then gasped as Basch pushed them past his lips and into his mouth, even as he fucked into him with a sharp snap of his hips.
"Noah..." Basch murmured, "oh my brother, you feel so good... so tight for me, aren't you? Is this the pain you wanted? Does it feel sweet?"
Noah's eyes rolled back as Basch hit his prostate again and again, raw and stinging, but full enough that all he could think about was that sweet meeting of their bodies, and not the way his own body betrayed him.
"No, open your eyes," Basch murmured, slipping his fingers out of Noah's mouth. He moved back a little, pulling Noah with him and turning his head to face the mirror. "I want you to see our faces..." He pressed another soft kiss to his neck, looking up as he lingered there, catching Noah's gaze with his own.
Basch couldn't look away. At some point, his hand had gone up the mirror to twine with Noah's as he fucked him steady, with sharp snaps of his hips, eyes never leaving each other, and oh how sweet that was, especially now that he'd shorn his hair, mirrored in more ways than one and all the ways that mattered most.
Noah was so damn tight and hot, pushing back against him and moaning until the mirror fogged further with his breath. Noah's dick rubbed up against that slick surface too, smearing pre-come against it until his hips began to stutter.
"Basch," he breathed, "oh Basch, my brother..." And he was coming apart beneath Basch, slumped against the mirror and unable to hold himself upright as his body shook, his legs betraying him as he came against it.
"I've got you," Basch murmured, releasing Noah's arm and holding him firm. "I'm so close, can you stand it?"
"Y-yes." Noah's words were ragged, and he leaned back into Basch's strength, allowing himself to be held and stroked and kissed until Basch felt his own orgasm rip into him, a slow build, but intense enough that he gripped Noah hard - harder than he would have done, were he in his right mind - as he spilled his seed into him with erratic jerks of his hips.
Basch near staggered, but his spread legs held both their weight well enough. He stood Noah upright, gentle now, and wrapped both arms around him, holding him close as he held his spaced-out gaze in the mirror. "Did that suit your purposes?" he murmured into Noah's neck, kissing him there again with little flicks of his tongue, "did you feel it?"
"Always you ask these questions." Noah's voice was languid, and he twined both hands with Basch's at his belly. "Yes, I felt it. How could I not, you being so big and all?"
"We are built equal in that way, indeed." Basch smiled, shifting his position a little as his softened dick slid out. "Your wounds are well?" He glanced up and down the length of Noah's body reflected in the mirror.
"They are well. Just aching from the workout, that's all."
"Workout? Is that what we're calling it now?"
Noah rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
Basch laughed. "Aye, I suppose I do." He buried his nose in the crook of Noah's neck and shoulder, inhaling the delicious scent of him. "Do you still keep that hot pool filled? Nothing better for the aches of healing wounds. And well-used arses." His eyes sparkled as he glanced up at Noah, who pulled a mock scowl at him in the mirror.
"Yes, it's filled. I always make sure of it, on the days you visit." Noah shook his head, and Basch knew not to follow that line of thought. "Unhand me, and we will go take our ease there." He caught Basch's eye, raised one eyebrow. "And you can clean up the mess you made of me, brother."
"'Tis a mess you enjoy, as well I know." Basch untwined himself from Noah and pulled his trousers back up, grimacing as he tucked away his soft, sensitive dick.
"Mm, I suppose I can allow you that." Noah stepped out of his own pants, pushing them aside with his foot. He leaned against Basch's side, wrapping one arm about his waist and if he was putting more weight against his twin than he normally would, well, Basch wouldn't be the one to bring that up. He would just support his brother as he needed, and maybe someday, they would have made up for all the time lost over the years.
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